I HEARD a voice at midnight, and it cried, <br />"O weary heart, O soul for which I died, <br />Why wilt thou spurn My wounded hands and side? <br />"Is there a heart more tender, more divine, <br />Than that sad heart which gave itself for thine? <br />5 <br />Could there be love more warm, more full than Mine? <br />"What other touch can still thy trembling breath? <br />What other hand can hold thee after death? <br />What bread so sweet to him that hungereth? <br /> <br />"Warm is thy chamber, soft and warm thy bed; <br />10 <br />Bleak, howling winds are round the path I tread;— <br />The Son of man can nowhere lay His head. <br />"Wilt thou not open to Me? To and fro <br />I wander, weary, thro' the driving snow; <br />But colder still that thou wouldst spurn Me so. <br />15 <br /> <br />"I have a crown more bright than all that be, <br />I have a kingdom wider than the sea; <br />But both have I abandoned, seeking thee. <br />"Poor, weary heart, so worn and sad within! <br />Oh, open to thy Friend, thy Stay from sin, <br />20 <br />That I, with all My love, may enter in." <br />I heard a voice at midnight, and I cried, <br />"O Lord, I need Thy wounded hands and side— <br />I need Thy love,—Lord, enter and abide."<br /><br />Frederick George Scott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hymn-191/
